A poem of a time, before time.
I remember loneliness, and isolation,
I remember wishing for more and being it in that thought.
I remember the trauma of separation,
and the guilt for finding myself in that position.
I remember screaming in the falling,
I remember never hitting bottom,
yet sinking deeper.
I remember loneliness with a familiar flavor,
I remember seeing your face... and recognizing mine.
I remember glancing at wisdom
and yearning for its embrace.
I remember always working to remember, always trying,
and never understanding that which I was already,
was, and I was that.
I remember now... and I am whole.
by Lisa Long